Friday Fictioneers – Light in the Darkness

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz (the blue frog) on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

FF - Light in the Darkness 180905


Light in the darkness

The moon had not yet risen and Dan was lost on the mountain. Despite slithering on scree made treacherous by frost he kept moving; he needed to reach Newtown, which nestled in the valley beyond the ridge.

In Newtown, Celia climbed into bed, snuggling under the deliciously warm duvet. Bliss!

The moon rose.

Celia stirred, muttered in her nightmare, then jerked awake. As she calmed her pounding heart, she realised the moon was shining directly on her face.

“Bother,” she muttered, shivering as she lowered the blind.

Meanwhile Dan strode on, giving thanks, his way now plain in the moonlight.

What Pegman Saw – Guard of Honor

“What Pegman saw” is a weekly challenge based on Google Streetview. Using the location provided, you must write a piece of flash fiction of no more than 150 words. You can read the rules here. You can find today’s location on this page,  from where you can also get the Inlinkz code. This week’s prompt is The Grand Hotel, Mackinac Island, Michigan, USA.

WPS - Honor Guard 180901

Mackinac Island, Grand Hotel, Michigan | Google Maps

Guard of Honor

“We’ll hold the next Homeland Security meeting on Mackinac Island,” pronounced the President.

The VP shook his head but stayed silent.

“We’ll fly in. Airforce One will wow them!”

“Runway’s too short, Mr President. We’ll have to use a small plane. You’ll be escorted by F-35 Lightnings, though. They’re the best!”

The President rubbed his little hands together.

“And we drive to the hotel in The Beast.”

“No, sir. Cars haven’t been allowed on the island for a hundred years.”

“The Beast ain’t a car. It’s security. Make it happen.”

“Yes, Mr President.”

“And I’m to be met at the hotel by an honor guard.”

And so, two weeks later, the President arrived in The Beast at the Grand Hotel. He stared at the uniformed children lining the steps.

“Where’s my honor guard?”

“It’s how things are done here, Mr President. The honor guard is always drawn from the scout troop.”